Before we parted ways, the four of us agreed that we would share information with each other from now on. After all, we were all on the same team. I knew the guys weren’t thrilled at the prospect of having to divulge everything to me, but that concern was outweighed by their fears about what I might do if left unsupervised.
Mac dropped me off at the production office so I could pick up my car, and I sped all the way home.
That night I relaxed in my bathtub. I should have gone straight to bed, but my mind was racing and I wanted to try to get my thoughts together. I needed to get a look at the tapes from the racetrack – not just to reconfirm what a fool I was, but also because I thought there might be something on there that would give me a clue. I had asked Mac to turn them over to me at the end of the night, but I didn’t have a Beta deck at home to play them on. I had to keep reminding myself that I was getting too worked up – this was very likely just a hit-and-run. Yet somehow I knew it wasn’t. The paint chips on the victim in two colors and his connection to car racing were too big of a coincidence to ignore. There was something there – I just couldn’t put it together yet.